ESTHER CLARKE

Joined May 2021

5 stories

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I live on a houseboat with my young son; on an estuary where the river meets the sea in Southern England U.K.

I recently wrote my first poem for 30 years... I stayed up late and fell in love with the play of words.

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Oh So Quiet.
Winter in England, UK. 1995. She had no clue; the first rule to ‘fit in’ is to be happy within. In a British state-funded secondary school that smelt of disinfectant, food and sweat, full of testing teenagers, stood a 15-year-old girl. 90% moody, yet defiantly desperate to fit in with her peers.
By ESTHER CLARKE4 years ago in Confessions
Unruly Tomfoolery
In a world of his own rules the mad man who has no shame. Excessive he is to most. Here and now I will give you a taster
By ESTHER CLARKE5 years ago in Families
The Cabinet of Harvest Moons
Hidden in the junk shop shadows smelling of musty moth balls. A disagreeable and friendless character looms. Who would have thought?
By ESTHER CLARKE5 years ago in Lifehack
Forgiveness
Forgiveness. Her mother had tried to set fire to the house while they were in their beds, they had said. Only a young bairn when she was taken into care.
By ESTHER CLARKE5 years ago in Families
Goldfish Bowl
Goldfish Bowl Looking out, looking in. Golden iridescent orange brighter than sunbeams, marigolds and apricots Tickling their fins against the luscious greens of the pond moss
By ESTHER CLARKE5 years ago in Poets